Chapter Six
"Are you sure this is a good idea?" I ask as I set a cup of tea down in front of Thomas.
Escaping the room straight after he arrived on the pretence of making tea isn't exactly the best move from me, but I'm nervous about him being here, and going through a polite British ritual is one of the ways I can make myself feel a little bit better about everything. At least, that's my theory.
I sit down on my bed, cupping my mug between my hands and blowing across the top.
"We're less likely to get caught in your room than in my office," he points out.
"Hmm." I try not to think about the fact he's in my bedroom for the first time. And that the first means I expect it to happen again. But we can't risk getting caught, not when he shares his office with another teaching assistant.
